Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 334

"So, are we in agreement?" asked Ignatius, returning to the main thread of the discussion. "We'll offer Klein as a gesture of goodwill, but keep Kassian in custody as an unequivocal message against abyssal experimentation?"

One by one, the leaders nodded.

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Ring! Ring! Ring!

The small fungus's consciousness flowed in ways few beings could comprehend. It didn't think with words, but with sensations, purposes, and an instinctive understanding of the energies surrounding it.

Normally it remained dormant within the human to whom it was bonded, simply facilitating access to information and processing the light of the ring they had already incorporated. A peaceful, symbiotic existence, where its true nature remained in a state of constant hibernation.

But that changed when it felt it...

It was as if its "stomach" jolted it awake suddenly... although it wasn't really a stomach; its body functioned more like an interconnected network without defined organs. However, this would be the simplest explanation for its immature tamer if he ever needed to understand it.

The call was irresistible. Another main ring. Another fragment of that which constituted its existential purpose.

With a determination that surprised even Ren, the small fruiting body separated from the tamer, jumping toward the window. It knew its tamer would try to stop it. The human would never understand the importance of certain imperatives. Always worried about inconsequential things like "consequences" and "permissions". Such limited perspectives, when the true nature of reality was so much more complex.

The small fungus bounced across the courtyard, its chubby little body contrasting with the surprising agility of its movements. With each hop, its perception sharpened, locating with greater precision the source of that energy that called to it, growing ever closer.

Close! Close! Close!

Its receptor roots detected a change in the environment. A new presence was approaching from another direction. Not its tamer, but a different yet familiar energy. The girl with the wolf and the cat. The one carrying a genetic key that, though interesting, was immature... not yet useful to it.

Why does everyone have to interfere? would be the translation, if its thoughts were formulated in words. Can't a poor Primordia be left in peace to fulfill its purpose?

The small fungus accelerated, determined to reach the ring before anything else could stop it. It could almost feel it now, that delicious energy that would perfectly complement what it had already begun with the first ring.

The resonance called to it, promising completion of a cycle begun ages ago.

It made a particularly high jump, extending its tiny arms to gain momentum, when suddenly its trajectory was interrupted.

Two hands caught it in mid-air.

No! No! No!

Before it could process what was happening, it found itself wrapped in an embrace so tight that it felt as if its quasi-fruiting body would disappear, compressed into nonexistence back to its tamer. Its consciousness staggered, momentarily disoriented by the pressure.